"Just wondering, how old are you really?" Clarke questioned. As she trampled through the tall over-grown grass.
"I just turned twenty-two." Bellamy stopped as he answered, and looked around. "So how about you?" He asked as he continued to walk.
"What about me?" Clarke asked, squinting her eyes trying to see what was up ahead, but the sun was shining in her eyes.
"How old are you?" Bellamy and Clarke started to make their way over a tall hill.
"I'm Seventeen." Clarke paused. "Turning eighteen in another 3 months."
"You're a year older than Octavia." Bellamy told her.
"Yeah. I know." Clarke looked over at Bellamy. Whenever they talked about Octavia, Bellamy got this different look on his face. It was a look of worry. He was clearly concerned about his little sister.
"We will find her, Bellamy. Don't worry about her, I'm sure she is fine."
"Yeah, she's a fighter. She's fine." Bellamy said, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Clarke and Bellamy had finally made their way to the top of the hill, now they just had to go down.
"How was she, before the reaping? Was she nervous?" Bellamy asked.
"A little." Clarke told him. "But as soon as I told her it was all gonna be okay, she- I don't know, I guess she lightened up a little."
"That's good." Bellamy paused. "Thanks." "For what?" Clarke asked.
"For being here for Octavia when she needed it," Bellamy paused and then added. "When I couldn't." Clarke smiled, "She loves you, a lot."
A smile came to Bellamy's lips. "Did she know?" Bellamy paused for a short second. "Did she know that I love her, too?"
"Of course. Of cou-" Clarke stopped walking, but Bellamy continued walking. Clarke felt a drop of something - rain maybe. Clarke looked up, but saw it wasn't rain, it was blood. A dead body was hung directly above her.
Bellamy kept walking. "What's with the silence, Princess?" He turned around to see Clarke staring at something. "Clarke? Clarke, are you okay?"
Clarke stood directly under the dead body frozen with fear."
"Clarke?" Bellamy's voice asked. Bellamy finally noticed what Clarke was staring at. "L-l-let's go." Clarke studdered.
Clarke began to walk backward, but tripped over a large tree root. Clarke reached out for something to prevent her from falling. Bellamy caught a hold of her arm, and he helped her back onto her feet. "Let's-" Bellamy felt a drop of something- blood?
Clarke felt a drop of something then another and another. A loud boom of thunder sounded. A smile came to Clarke's lips.
"Rain." Bellamy muttered.
"Octavia must be so happy." Clarke smiled.
"About what?" Bellamy asked.
"Octavia would always talk about rain and flowers." Clarke told him, as she pictured the memories of Octavia's constant nagging about those little things.
"We should find shelter. We can rest, but as soon as the rain has stopped we'll continue our search for Octavia." Bellamy told Clarke.
She nodded on agreement.
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The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)
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